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 Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:40 pm
The subject of ripped clothing wasn't important anymore.
Deacon glared at Titus, his eyes only narrowing in acknowledgement of the name that Riyo announced. There would be no joy in this boil's company. None at all. The only thing on Deacon's mind as far as Titus was concerned?
He had competition.
Trying to keep himself in check, worried of just what direction the emotional roller coaster would decide to take at the worse possible moment, Deacon said nothing.
Although he certainly noticed the boil wrapping his arm around Riyo's shoulders. His eyes shifted there, a moment, before back to each of their faces in turn. His own eyes were red, probably puffy and he then could only hope that he just looked like he hadn't slept in days. That wouldn't have been far from fact, either.
Date? She had a date? This guy... This Titus... He was her date?
He could only stare at her, that wonderful feeling of awkwardness threatening to bury him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:56 pm
Riyo's ears folded back against her head when Titus so boldly suggested that Deacon was 'her keeper'. As ******** if. "I don't, nor will I ever have 'a keeper'." Now she was getting mad too. "And I didn't ask him to step in, he just did." Oh, she knew he was trying to push her buttons, and she wasn't going to lie: He was succeeding. She'd been through so much s**t tonight that it didn't really matter anymore.
"'Date', you say? If you were my date, where the ******** were you when I walked here alone and spent most of my time clinging to Mitsu for some semblance of support, huh? Where were you when I got knocked to the ground? I'm tired, I'm in pain, there's a rip in my pants, and quite frankly, I'm emotionally exhausted. So if you don't get that scrawny little arm off my shoulders I'm going to take you out back, set your head on the curb, and STOMP IT WITH THESE WRETCHED HEELS." The only reason she didn't move was because Riyo wasn't mad enough to take a hand off the rip yet. Who knew when that would change, though.
Oh, and if that wasn't enough, it looked like Deacon believed him. Not that it mattered, but seriously. "And you believe him? Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you? Nobody has EVER asked me on a date!" If one more thing went wrong tonight. If so much as a hair was pulled from her head or a bee stung the ghoul, she may very well go apeshit. Her face said it all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 6:07 pm
Titus chuckled, a sound full of amusement. "Well, I'm sorry screechheart, I've been a tad busy." Titus did not removed his arm, instead he pulled Riyo closer, his eyes glancing to Deacon. Was he really hearing a word coming out of Riyo's mouth? Probably not.
"Oh, you're so firey tonight." He took her words as if she were merely being playful, her cruel intentions as courting. His smile broadened across his face as he drew dangerously close. "I don't know that he believes so why don't we show him?"
With that suggestion Titus did the one thing he had never done before. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Gently his free hand came up, gently stroking across Riyo's jaw to bring her head around and then he came in to press his lips against hers in a kiss.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 7:47 pm
She was shaking again. Riyo could feel it in the air, how badly this situation was getting out of hand. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Neither of them were listening to her, were they? No, they were too caught up in each other now...
This wasn't what she wanted. Truthfully, the hermit-like cat ghoul had never even envisioned herself in a relationship, besides the stupid fantasies as a little ghoul that kept her from dealing with the grim realities of her situation. Was this what a relationship was really like? Rubbing it in other people's faces? It had always seemed that way, and this event was further proving her hypothesis.
"Titus, please just-"
No.
No, this wasn't really happening.
Something in her body caused every muscle to numb. She couldn't move herself. She saw it coming, but she didn't really believe it. Those fingers touching her like that, and the alien feeling of such intimate contact left her lungs breathless and her heart disturbingly still. What was that twisting feeling in her stomach? Why did her legs want to cave when his lips touched hers?
Why couldn't she just shove him away?
Because Riyo didn't know how to deal with everything. She could cope with being left alone, stood up, mocked, made fun of, beaten, and treated like s**t. People didn't just hold her, or gently touch her, or anything remotely like that.
It was her first kiss.
Attained in the worst of ways. Ironically appropriate for the ghoul. It was like taking a bite from the fruit of temptation, suddenly realizing what you had been missing out on all this time in one fell swoop. Her starved body got more from those few seconds of contact than she had seen in a lifetime.
But it was so wrong. How could something so wonderful be so wrong? Intention. It was intention that took the crayon across the expensive ornate wallpaper of the beautiful scene.
He didn't care about her. He didn't see what he was doing to her. He didn't realize what he had just taken from her. The boil had violated her without a second thought for the sake of some petty cockfight.
In that respect, it was devastating.
Much like she had done to Deacon, Riyo lifted her gloved hand with all the force she could muster and smacked Titus's cheek so hard his ancestors probably felt it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce how upset she was. Her jaw was quivering, and tears were welling up in those crimson hues.
"Who do you think you are?" She gasped, a blood stained glove leaving her injury to clasp over her heart. "You think it's okay... To just violate me like that? And for what? So you could piss off some jerk you just met for the sake of saying you could?" Riyo was done. She was well past her limit. No more. No more, please. "Am I so worthless that you'll just use me to get a rise out of people?" Little droplets of salt water caressed her cheeks the longer she stared at him, hiccuping for air as if the oxygen in her lungs was the only thing keeping her afloat. "I f-f-feel so dirty.." Why did they make her cry like that? Why did all the men in her life have to make her cry?
"You're all so ******** t-terrible."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:15 pm
Just as Belladonna was about to reply to TG's statement (She was too a firecracker!) their time was up and the witch jumped from the chair and shuffled the demon-boil back to the main area. Now she was at a bit of a loss... She didn't want to be awfully rude and just run away, but at the same time... They hadn't really gotten to know each other well enough to say whether she wanted to hang out more or not. To be the most diplomatic, Belladonna decided to just leave it up to the demon. "It was lovely chatting with you. Sorry the time was so short!" The witch gave him a smile and clasped her hands together in front of her in a manner that gave off a 'your move' feel. Not that she wanted that move to be anything overly friendly. It was best to get to know one another first.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:29 pm
I'm not going to tell you, but I'm going to raise hell if you decide wrong. He hadn't been looking to blame Calder. Asking was a choice, after a fashion. But the rebuke left him feeling resentful.
Barth was a demon. And If Calder couldn't just say what he wanted, that he wanted him...
Barth sunk lower into the sink. Why did there have to be consequences. Why did things have to get so...unpleasant. Although all the throat-ripping threats were kind of hot.
He just nodded once, miserably.
"...Thank you again, Junko," he said.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 9:16 pm
Amrita wants to get to know somebody!
Christof was busy, and the Vetala couldn't find Tahki anywhere; so she decided to sign herself back up to meet someone. After all, it had gone so well last time! Hopefully Christof's hit all the things mentality had been quelled after that punch to poor Muka. Hopefully.
Smudged board or not, up went her name. She then flittered back off on a gryphon hunt.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 9:41 pm
... .... ..... Oh, good! They stopped! Junko breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again, setting the scissors aside to comb and brush at Calder's hair until it was sleek and shiny and soft. Perfect! Just..just pretend Barth didn't look miserable, or that both of these boils had just discussed their relationship in front of her. Damn, it made her glad hers was going great. "Yes, I'm done. And you're welcome!" She was practically sparkling as she said this, smiling with her eyes closed. The sparkling may have been because her wings were weird..
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:23 pm
Calder rose up, dusting off his trousers before slowly moving to the mirror. A jutting lip, he touched his hair, looking at his face and head from various angles, with ears up and town, before stepping back. "It.....doesn't look bad." He tilted his head up once more, and touched his hair, running his hand through it and then feeling his neck where his hair ended. OnO;;
"Not bad at all." He managed. Well, it was still BAD that it was THIS short, but not UGLY.
"Barth, what do you ..." He trailed when he glanced at Barth and saw him slouching a bit more than usual. With everything going as it had been, they hadn't even enjoyed themselves, and now he was looking just miserable. Smiling, Calder grabbed Barth by the arm and helped him to his feet, before moving to Junko and giving her a tight, one-arm hug. "Thank you SOOO much, Junko. I owe you BIG." With that, he helped Barth to the door. "Call me when you want that favor too, and Happy Scarentines!" He lead Barth out the bathroom, leaving Junko...........alone..........in the boil's room.
Nuzzling the boil, he breathed out. "I'm sorry for all of this. How about we just enjoy the rest of the night? Okay?" He made him a lazy look as he slipped a few fingers under Barth's cravat. "...and I'll even carry you home after."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:27 pm
Oh no! Did he not like the haircut? Perhaps it was just the shock of it all. Calder had had lovely, lovely hair before. It had been so long and luxurious! Junko wished she'd had time to braid it before he chopped it off.
He hugged her and she giggled, returning the hug and patting his head. "I might take you up on that one day." She damn well earned it.
And then he left her alone.
In the boil's bathroom.
Junko fled the scene like a boss.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:29 pm
Riley saw Junko fleeing the boils room.
Oh, she saw it all right.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:30 pm
Shehk totally saw it too.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:32 pm
In that short moment Titus caught a ghoul leaving the boils bathroom. Someone was having fun times on Scarentines.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:36 pm
Junko ******** hates all of you.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:38 pm
Tomoko didn't see anything.
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